The City smiled then. The realness of the smile shown through even the awkwardness of the false body.
These questions it could answer. These she could know.
"I am this place. I have created every inch of it. I have brought people here. I have sent people away. Those who have died rest in my soil. My power is more vast than that of your Authority. Each day it grows. I have lived millions of years, Baba Yaga. I have seen things, done things, that even you cannot concieve of."
The smile twitched some.
"They will not rise up against me because they will die if they do. Not only have I the ability to kill them, but if they somehow managed to kill me, it would kill them. They would never get home. They would wither here as I would. They would perish when my last spark went out."
The City shrugged, it was far more awkward. "I would not call you a servant. Nor would I call you loyal. You go where it best suits you. Here, I am the best. Here, I am the top. There is nobody else. That is the only reason you will be loyal. But never a servant. I may ask you for a favor, but it will never be something you will not love to do."